Lyrical Breakdown of Hero - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hero" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hero" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Nas employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Nas's narrative.

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QB Where the fuck y'all at? Ha, ha Yeah, let's go Gets Money Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Workin' like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rockin' D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shoppin' Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin', I'm him Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) Rubber-grip-holder, reloader Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit I'm tryin' to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me (let's go!) Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it First LA and - was ridin' with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said "Nas, why is he tryin' it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin' Forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin' Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So "Untitled" it is I never change nothin', but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas bein' told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all, let's go! Yeah Nas, Polow da Don